Wednesday, 7 August 2013

The case of Mr Snowden

So then the case of Mr Snowden can anyone really deny him asylum for uncovering the fact that the internet is being spied on by governments and nations not just on special occasions but all the time even this rhyme might appear on some monitor that shows Eastern Daylight Time at the bottom right hand corner of some spook’s screen or be passed through an American algorithm machine like free thinking blood through an eavesdropping spleen

Surely at least most of us realise that information is power and what a surprise powerful people want to perpetuate powerful lies where the Great Firewall of China blinkers its citizens’ eyes the West seems to leave it’s gates open wide for inquisitive minds to search and speak out about what they find and it’s this freedom that the NSA mines not the information itself but the momentum of the lines that navigate, intersect and educate these multimedia times

But we’re losing track of Mr Snowden and we need to get a hold on this whole situation of why shared information should not be treated as treason the reason being that if it’s okay for the powers that be to have access to the emails and social media of you and me then why can’t we strive to ask for the same amount of transparency and the irony here is I’m not annoyed that they may be snooping on me I'm annoyed at how annoyed they are when their secrets are freed in much the same way that they have been freeing mine from me

So let’s protect Mr Snowden who’s risking his life let’s shout from the rooftops “I’m Daniel Snowden and so’s my wife!” let’s hide in politician’s wardrobes and record what they say let’s bring type writers to the library and all not use the internet for one whole day let’s buy everyone a whistle and synchronise our blows so that everyone knows where we stand which is behind this man who took on the land of the free but in doing so put his life in jeopardy let’s all fly to Moscow and make it clear that he will never be alone not in his mission, not in the world and not in the International Airport Transit Zone

Thursday, 13 October 2011

newspaper blackout poems on the train



(with apologies to newspaper blackout poetry man)






Thursday, 6 October 2011

Train Pain

Pippa Maude Kendrick
sits on the train To London
once again,

“WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!”
She shouts in the face of a man
Who has clearly styled himself as
An East Anglian David Blaine.

“There’s no need for that” he claims,
This twat, a false, more annoying than David Blaine,
version of the already twatty, false, annoying, David Blaine,
Annoying Pippa’s already annoyed face
On this already annoying train.

“Well actually I do believe there is!” Pippa exclaims
“WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!
WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!
WHAT! A! MONUMENTAL!PAIN!”,
She repeats,
louder than before,
Over and over,
And over again.

Outside the train it begins to rain
But no one notices as
Pippa’s vocal cords take the strain
And her mantra becomes louder,
More piercing,
Then louder and more piercing again.

“WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!
WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!
WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!
WHAT A MONUMENTAL PAIN!”

When the train finally arrives at Liverpool Street Station
Everyone is dead
(Ear drums pierced, pools of claret, red)
Apart from Pippa Maude Kendrick
Who exits refreshed,
Smiling, glowing,
Ready for the busy day ahead.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

smelly memories

In my memory
The smell of the sea,
Up my nose,
Where it’s not meant to be,
Is mixed with swimming pool chlorine
And the warm
Dust filled air
That follows a rare
Explosive rainstorm.

Inhaling cooked leather car seats,
My mind eats the vapour
Of curried beef patties
and golden Cheetos
While old rusted iron anchors,
Air conditioned rooms
And the inside of airplanes
bustle for 5 seconds
with my inner nostril.

My nasal memory hairs move on,
To a stone
Suddenly
Smashed
Down
on a lime
Which explodes!
painting the inside of my brain green with envy
at another place
and another time.

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Email poem

Agreed.
Noted.
Agnoted.
Denied.
Defiled.
Defecated.
Defunct.
Devoured.
Empowered.
Employed.
Engorged.
Engrossed.
Embossed.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Toblerone

I am occasionally prone
To eating toblerone
While having a dump

But if I get them confused
Sometimes my number 2s
Come out with triangular humps

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

at work v2.0

a bit of time for the nhs,
a bit of time for me,
a bit of time for the internet,
a bit of time for my cup of tea,
a bit of time for the nhs,
a bit of time for me,
a bit of time for the internet,
a bit of time for my cup of tea...

[repeat until 5pm or death]